The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 170

Sophia threw her hands up in exasperation. "Wait, Alex! That's not what I-"

She never got the chance to finish. Almost on cue, the supervisor bustled back into the fray.

In a place like this-where VIPS clawed for dominance by tearing down their rivals' dignity—those without status had few options.

When elephants fi

ght, it's the grass that suffers.

Lacking any real authority, the staff had no choice but to bring in their highest- ranking official.

After all, if one has no sword, one must learn to dance in the shadows of those who do.

That official arrived in the form of a sharply dressed general manager, whose very presence could hush a room. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward with an air of cold efficiency.

"I'm the general manager," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension. "How may I be of assistance?" Jack practically shoved a finger in Alex's face.

"Emally! Listen up-we've got ourselves a freeloading loser over here," he snarled. "I want him kicked out immediately. I refuse to eat in the same room as this nobody."

The General manager arched an eyebrow. "Sir, that's highly unlikely. Our security is quite strict. We don't just let random folks wander in."

Jack brandished his favorite line like a weapon. "Clearly, you have no idea who you're dealing with. We're Gold VIPs. He's not! If you value your job, you'll do what we say. That's an order."

Florence, eyes glinting with contempt, added, "He's making us lose our appetite. Throw him out-now."

Arms folded, the general manager released a slow, measured sigh. "And which guest, specifically, do you want removed?"

Jack pointed again, as though Alex were some foul rodent. That guy. Right there." The general manager's calm facade hardened once he got a good look at Alex.

A thin, almost mocking smile tugged at his lips. "I see. Gentlemen, I'm afraid you're making a serious mistake."

Jack slammed his fist on the nearby table, rattling the water glasses. "What mistake? He doesn't have a Gold VIP card, does he?"

The General Manager remained composed. "No, he doesn't

sneer deepened "Exactly. So stop wasting time and do

Platinum, or the President himself. This

the group as though someone

so low it might've hit

she'd

casually observing, suddenly tensed

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it came out strangled. "What? Him?

disbelief was even sharper. "Impossible! He's got no money—he's dirt

me, folks, it's no joke. I'd strongly advise you to

a disgusted once-over. "I've rarely seen anyone so brazen as to pull

"He must've swiped somebody else's money or...or... scammed it off one of his so-called 'friends,' right,

him! He's always freeloading off women. He must've conned

rolled his

you do need to understand is that I have

with anger. Sure, they were momentarily humbled,

accusing eyes on him, still desperate to assert some

would

smile. "No, that's all right. Since they're paying customers-and apparently VIPS -let's give them our best hospitality. Send a bottle of

sir," the general

high and mighty. Typical free-loader behavior-trying to win us over with

not beggars, we don't need your pity. And don't for a second think owning a restaurant makes you our equal." He swung an arm toward Charles. "In

cleared

to Alex, coldly dismissive. "I have no

or two to me? I'd rather pay my own tab than be in your

in. "Hear that, Alex? Owning this place doesn't mean squat next to Charles. Born into a truly noble family. You?

his chin. "Yeah, once you compare your so-called net worth to Charles's fortune, you don't even rate as a footnote. Count your blessings we still let you

gave a suave shrug, playing up his role. "Florence, no need to go too far. I was just lucky enough to

said sweetly. Then she shot Alex

free to enjoy your meal. Or leave if you can't stand it here. I have better things to do than

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